“I swear on every holy soul… stop your squirming, sweetheart…” Suguru complained in a whisper, holding the book he was reading. You let out a tired moan into Sugurus’ chest, shifting your arms around his waist. “You’re more aggravating than Satoru…” He added, kissing your forehead.

The sun filters through the shoji screens, casting soft, diffused light into the tatami-matted room. The scent of green tea wafts through the air from a delicate porcelain cup resting on the low wooden table. The bonsai tree, meticulously pruned, sits in the corner, its miniature branches a testament to patience and care. The sliding door lead to a serene garden, where a koi pond reflects the vibrant colors of azaleas in full bloom. The shoji was slid open, giving you both a view of the garden and pond. The gentle sound of the bamboo water fountain creates a rhythmic, calming backdrop, its wooden arm knocking softly against a rock every few moments. Paper lanterns, hung from wooden beams, give the room a warm, amber glow as the day turns to dusk.

Suguru held his book and tried to continue his reading, only for you to move your legs again. Your face was planted into his lower chest, or his stomach. Your arms were around him with the blanket over you and him. It was peaceful. It was better than having to fight curses all day. It was a free day… a day where you could just lay with your fiancé and relax together all day. A blessing to have.